Not unlike the sun,
I am a product of accretion
A swirling turmoil of simpler things
Brought unto catastrophe
Dissected
Remade.

Simple ideas became complex
Unrecognizable
Weighted down by substance
Complex ideas become clingy
Looking for others to latch onto
Creating relationships and
definition.

This way I am made fire
This way I am made air
This way I am made earth
I am made water
I am made Carbon
Nitrogen
Magnesium
I am made so many things
Both real and imagined,
dreamed.

Until I am made death,
Until I am made to explode
In kindness.